Was with the significant other ("SFO") at some hot and trendy establishments last night. She looked good no doubt...but so did almost every other chick dressed in hot pants, halter tops or skin tight hip-hugging jeans.

This City is just not conducive to remaining faithful...there are too many distractions, too many hot woman, too much time and way too much opportunity. It almost seems like an exercise in futility to even try staying faithful.

I noticed one girl eying me as I was bumping and grinding with the SFO on the dance floor. She must have known that I was attached given how we were dancing and by the rock that was clearly visible on the SFO's finger. It was so packed and so hot, that you could see sweat dripping onto the dance floor. But everyone seemed real blitzed and didn't give a shit anyway.

The mutual smiles and stares continued for several songs and she finally came over sometime later after she saw the SFO go to the bathroom. With the amount of people there, and the line to the women's bathroom, it would take her a long while to get back. We had a brief talk, I told her that I was attached, but she gave me her number anyway. She had a smoking body and a cute face...I knew I had to follow up.

Guilt, you may ask?...that line was crossed a long time ago and it fades fast. The CS will call her this week.